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No path. No trail. No means to find one’s way. Only the nomadic soul finds their vision here. In eerie solitude, accompanied by waters falling into oblivion, time itself loses purpose and form.
Original painting. Landscape. Oil on canvas. 24”x 18”
No path. No trail. No means to find one’s way. Only the nomadic soul finds their vision here. In eerie solitude, accompanied by waters falling into oblivion, time itself loses purpose and form.
Original painting. Landscape. Oil on canvas. 24”x 18”